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Feb 2011
On still waters Debris I became
Stagnant, Drab, Lame
Held fast in emotional halters

A fresh wind blew in the form of you
Slowly sensation seeped
Until one day I knew..

A river in places a pool may form
Until the rain into does fall
Then overflows
Breaks down the wall
A trickle
A river Reborn
Sharleen Boaden
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